slink up behind them in the stale of night with a baseball bat with nails sticking out of the end and bash them in the head like a zombie terrorizing your childhood home. do not listen to their bullshit. bitch back. stomp on their toes. poison their drinking water. let the fucking curse words shout … More How to Read My Poems
Last fall, I had the distinct pleasure of heading to the studio of the one and only Chadzilla Johnson, where we took a few of my favorite poems from my new collection, Hero Victim Villain and recorded them, with Chadzilla accompanying me on drums with a couple appearances of other instruments. As of yesterday, those … More Poetry EP Release: Everything is on Fire
EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE AND I WANT TO SLEEP FOR AT LEAST TWO WEEKS. I’m excited to say my second collection of poetry, Hero Victim Villain, will be released on June 24th from Stubborn Mule Press. This collection is mostly an accumulation of poems that I wrote late 2017 to early 2019. The first poem in the … More Hero Victim Villain – Book Release
great wonder beyond the wall the wall beyond the shadows of something the shadows of something beyond enveloped life oversaturated perfection inconsistent adulterated human experience swept clean like dead flies from the floor beneath the burning building “enso” is a Japanese word meaning circle. ensos are symbolic of many things including enlightenment, infinity and the … More enso poem one
though once her hair was wild it is now tamed seeking refuge from a long life in the sanctuary of a black bandana her eyes sunken in like great ships set ablaze in the starry night beneath her eyebrows like clouds that dissipate slowly through time her wrinkles have formed like drylands under the salt … More An Old Woman of Arles
you are not a flower. you do not rise from the soil like some dandy little spark of life you are not overflowing with green vanity you just are. when spring hits you do not bloom you do not rise up from the cold winter to burst forth into some spectral showcase of expressionistical color … More You Are Not a Flower
You’ve caught me in your net, my dear. I’m not struggling I’m just begging for more food. I’m napping and dreaming of never leaving your doorstep. I’m napping and dreaming of your blood running down my chin. I’m chaotic neutral punchy dry lovely motherfucker these days. The way I smile around the grocery store with … More WOLF.
hello, corporate houseplant. it is me, your caretaker. i wanted to talk to you because you seem to be doing so well in this bleak corporate environment you seem to be thriving. it was just earlier this week following our monthly all team meeting that you began to bloom a new aloe leaf accompanying now … More poem for a corporate houseplant
like two in the morning or something i couldn’t sleep so i called up God and was all like “hey God, do you want to meet up for some coffee?” and God of course obliged me like always so we’re sitting around Denny’s drinking shitty coffee talking when i ask God “is destiny a thing?”and … More Talking to God Over Shitty Coffee at Denny’s
i’m trapped on the moon with a bottle of whiskey i’m sitting in a lawn chair watching the earth rotate around the sun and it reminds me of the way we used to dance together, in strange jazz clubs whose names i don’t remember, i could never remember i remember the way we reclined our … More Sinatra on the Moon
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